Expecto Patronum (The Consulting Dementor )

Reunited with his wand

When Sherlock woke he found himself carefully held in Johns arms, John had a protective arm around his waist and another holding his head, fingers wrapped gently in his curls.

Sherlock whimpered as he woke, a small yawn escaping his Cupid bow lips causing John to stir and look at him laying in his arms.

"Morning sherl" John said placing a kiss on Sherlocks lips and then leaning back, "I was thinking, do you have a wand?"

Sherlock shook his head, "no, why?"

"Well I was thinking about how you were a dementor and how to warm off a dementor you use a patronus and I was wandering if you had a patronus, I then wandered if you even had a wand."

"Oh" Sherlock said, suddenly understanding Johns curiosity.

"We're gonna go olivanders today then" John said happily giving Sherlock a gentle squeeze.

"He's still around?" Sherlock asked, surprise showing on his face.

"Yeah, has been for centuries, do you remember him?" John asked curiously.

"Yeah, he was young when I met him, long hair, greying slightly, wears tattered robes, long crooked nose."

"Yeah sounds like him, just younger"

When Sherlock was in some fresh clothes they stood at the top of the landing of 221b and then dissaparated into the famous little diagon alley, Sherlock was still clinging to Johns arm, his head stooped down slightly and his eyes wide.

"Your okay" John assured him and then took his hand leading him towards the old little shop, with the sign reading olivanders wand makers.

Sherlock entered alongside John and they watched in interest as olivander scuttered out and looked at them with beady eyes.

"Do I know you?" Olivander asked looking at Sherlock with darting eyes.

"It's possible" Sherlock returned.

"Centuries ago, it can't be possible, your back!" Olivander said stunned.

"Thanks to John here" Sherlock said with a smile.

"So your human again, I heard about your fate in the prophet, it's so nice to know it worked out for you in the end" Olivander smiled taking Sherlocks hand in his own and firmly shaking it. "You haven't aged a day!"

"Mr. Olivander, is it possible to get him another wand?" John queried.

"You may not believe it, but--" olivander rushed off and headed to the back of the shop, returning a while later covered in dust and carrying a very battered wooden box which he laid on the counter and opened, purple silk cushion withholding a long black wand.

Sherlock stood transfixed, he gently reached out and took the familiar handle of the wand, the room began to rush around him, non existent wind blowing about him causing shelfs to rattle, a dark glowing red and blue grew around him and then died away slowly leaving Sherlock to continue holding his wand.

"Your wand, Mr. Holmes. Elm wood, 10 3/4 inches with a Phoenix feather core, your brother brought it in" Olivander told him with a smile on his face.

Sherlock looked up sadly, "mycroft--" and then he broke into tears, clutching his wand desperately as John held him tightly.

"Mr Holmes, your brother is well, so are your parents, I saw them not to long ago." Olivander informed patting Sherlock on the shoulder.

"But I thought they would have died" Sherlock said as a shuddering breath took over his body.

"No no, they still live where they were, I don't think they would ever give up on you, come come now" Olivander said gently.

Sherlock stood straight, "Thankyou sir, Thankyou for everything and most importantly Thankyou for telling me about my family, I was certain I had lost them" Sherlock said, sadness still rattling through his voice. He pocketed his wand in his jacket and then turned to leave with john with a nod to Olivander, they then walked into the sun that shone through diagon alley.